1243 Disappointed
As for Ling Chuxi's eyes, a trace of disappointment also quietly appeared. She was the only one who knew what she was disappointed about.
The scenery in the inner garden was even more serene and elegant. Two old men had already taken their seats. One of them had a cold face and was full of killing intent. The other was dressed in luxurious clothes and looked indifferent. More than a dozen men and women with calm auras stood behind the two. One look and one could tell that they were not weak.
If Ling Chuxi did not guess wrong, these two people should be the sect master of the killing flow and the clan leader of the ten square Ridge Zhuang family.
"Greetings, Lord Qi and Lord Zhuang." As expected, han Shilin and the others saluted the two of them as soon as they saw them.
The two of them nodded slightly but did not say anything.
Ling Chuxi quietly observed them with her God-refining sense, but it was difficult to determine their depths. These two people gave people a completely unfathomable feeling, and they seemed to be even more unfathomable than situ Wuying.
Ling Chuxi's heart was filled with shock. Logically speaking, the strength of these two people should not be stronger than situ Wuying 's, but how could they give off such a feeling?
"Everyone, the reason I've invited everyone here is because I have a few items I'd like everyone to take a look at." Situ Wuying said after everyone had taken their seats. It also dragged Ling Chuxi's thoughts back to reality.
Everyone looked at situ Wuying in confusion. They thought that he was going to discuss about the ancient ruins, but who knew that he was going to show them something? what was going on?
Situ Wuying saw everyone's confusion and didn't explain further. He took out a piece of broken armor and placed it on the table. This piece of armor was like a turtle shell with ancient words and patterns carved on it.
"Oracle bone inscriptions?" Ling Chuxi also looked at situ Wuying in confusion. This old man had gathered everyone here just to show everyone his antique collection?
Although in the other world, the oracle bone script was quite valuable, in this space, no one seemed to be interested in it.
"Lord situ, What is this?" Someone couldn't help but ask. They were here for the ancient ruins, not to see situ Wuying's antique collection.
"Don't be anxious, just watch slowly. " Situ Wuying placed his palm on the armor and slowly injected his innate vital Qi.
The armor plates began to tremble slightly. Suddenly, a few illusionary shadows of owls rose up like a dream. One could only vaguely see that they were a few men with long swords hanging from their waists.
The few men flicked their fingers slightly and unsheathed their long swords. Although it was just a blurry shadow, when the sword was unsheathed, everyone could not help but be shocked. It was just a simple action, but it was unspeakably agile and perfect, as if it contained endless mysteries.
A few figures moved, and a fierce battle began.
Their sword styles were all different. Some were as fast as lightning, some were as slow as flowing water, some were as heavy as a peak, and some were as floating as clouds. Each person's every subtle movement, every light tremble of the sword, all brought beautiful enjoyment to people. At the same time, they also contained the myriad changes of sword intent, wondrous beyond compare.
Although those figures were so blurry, everyone could feel the power of their swordsmanship. However, no matter how much they looked at it, they could not grasp the main point, only feeling as uncomfortable as a cat scratching at their hearts.
"Teng!" One-finger su stood up abruptly and looked at one of the sword-dancing phantoms with excitement. He was so excited that his lips were trembling slightly.
